Chapter Seven: In The Dark
Eric's P.O.V. - 12:42 P.M.
He had another stop to make before he could leave the country. He made a sudden sharp turn nearly running over a few pedestrian. He needed to hurry or the cops will catch up with him half way to Rochelle's house.
He would take his money and leave before anyone caught a whiff of what he was up to. Eric grinned maniacally as he jetted down the suburban streets of uptown Los Angeles, he felt free like nothing could touch him. It was intoxicating to just let everything go and leave.
As he rolled onto the curb of the sidewalk and hopped out, jogging up to the two story house. He took the key from out of a potted plant on the porch and entered the home.
"Who is that?" He heard her voice call from a seperate room. "I'll... I'll call the cops!"
"Calm down Rochelle, it's just me." He called back.
"Eric? What are you doing here?!" She stomped from around the corner. "You scared me half to death!"
"I wish you were dead."
"What was that?" She asked.
Eric just pushed pass her and entered the living room. "Just stay out of my way!"
"What are you doing Eric?" Rochelle followed him. "I tried to call you earlier, but you wouldn't answer! I had to leave a message with that new secretary."
She felt something was off with the way Eric looked, but pushed that worry to the side.
This was Eric she had known him for years and she wanted to know what he was doing.
She watched as he went into her room and grabbed her favorite red suitcase." Wha-?!"
"Move it! I'm in a rush!" He shoved through her bedroom door and knocked her over.
"Eric! What is with you?!"
He needed to hurry.
Eric burst into another room next to Rochelle's and saw his son playing on the floor. There sat a round faced toddler with soft brown hair, big brown eyes, and soft flushed skin. The child looked fragile and innocent, he quickly overlooked the adorable sight and went inside the room.
"Eric what are you doing?!" Rochelle ran in and scooped the baby into her arms, taking steps backwards into the hall.
Eric pulled out a knife cutting into a corner of the carpet as he lifted it up Rochelle's jaw dropped in shock, underneath her son's bedroom floor was money, more than she ever thought she would see in this lifetime. This whole time she's been trying to get Eric to spend time with his son and by him presents for his birthday, but to find out that her ex-lover had stashed money in her own home and where her son laid his head no less!
Rochelle was well aware of Eric's ways and knew immediately that money wasn't from saving up after working hard for so many years.
"Eric..." Her voice trembled. "Where did all that money come from?"
He didn't respond.
Finally seeing that something wasn't right, the blonde woman ran out the house with her baby in her arms.
Eric didn't even notice the woman fleeing the room only focusing on putting all the money in the suitcase as fast as he could and getting the hell out of dodge. That's all he could think about was leaving, he needed to leave, leave, leave. Thinking can wait when he was safe on the other side of the world on a warm fantastic island and live under the radar.
When he couldn't fit the last bit of money inside the suitcase he tried stuffing it in his pockets, but it wasn't working. He decided he could spare a few stacks, he stood and drug the suitcase out to his car.
He was out of this hell hole.
Kimber's P.O.V. - 1:17 P.M.
She was on her way to the hospital's surgery ward.
She got the news from Aja that Jerrica was sent to the hospital with two gun shot wounds to the stomach.
She couldn't believe this was happening! How could the shooter have gotten into the building in the first place?!
"Aja! Shana! RIo!"
They watched as Kimber ran down the waiting room hall towards them.
"Kim." Shana sobbed.
"Where is she?"
"She's in surgery right now, I just called Raya she's on her way now."
"How could this have happened?"
"The officers said the assailant had goten through the car garage door that was sealed off. Apparently he was able to break through and enter the building." Rio had his arms cross and a deep frown on his face.
"Wh-what about...?"
"Janet is fine, they first thought she was hit in the neck, but she was actually hit in the upper part of her shoulder." Aja answered.
"That's great to hear," Kimber plopped into one of the plastic chairs that lined the hall. "How long has she been in there?"
"Not long."
"Who could have done this?" Shana sobbed.
"Jem, over here!" The blonde, the moment she got closer, looked somber. Jem's make-up was smeared, her hair fluffed up, and her dress looked wrinkled.
"How are you holding up?" Kimber grabbed her hand.
"I could be better."
The group fell into a tense silence. The wait would be a long one.
